Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Subtle Art of the Breakup Song, artist - Cage.
Date of issue: 19.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Subtle Art of the Breakup Song |
It’s only sprinkling, I tell her nothing is ruined |
We playin' the license plate game I’m loving what she keeps doin' |
To my inner thigh, rocking the diamond earrings I gave her |
She’s smiling, looking angelic |
All her friends secretly hate her |
Beauty, she knows she got it |
Got me where she wants me, all erotic |
Next to her hand the K is burning a hole in my pocket |
I pull it over, get her a soda, I’m half gone |
Hit the bathroom, stick the key in the jar to turn it back on |
Look in the mirror, throw some water on my face, I’m snotty |
Thinking of things I’m about to do to my girl’s body |
The rain is picking up now, my eyes are kinda lazy |
The sky is hazy |
She’s like «you look pale,» I said she was crazy |
Pushed the pedal to the floor mat |
Hydroplaned corrected it fast then |
Slowed down past a car crash |
She put her head on my shoulder, said she was getting |
A little sleepy, don’t worry, baby, we’re minutes from heaven |
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I pick my face up with glass in it |
Can’t remember the last minute |
Glove box, my girl’s face smashed in it |
I called her name out, she ain’t respond |
Pulled her shoulder back, touched her arm |
Her entire fucking face is gone! |
I see you breathing, I’m pleading with Jesus, leave her lifeless |
Don’t leave her like this |
Reached for the birthday balloon of Nitrous |
I’m trying to dial for help with hands I can’t feel |
Stuck in the driver’s seat, my broken ribs gripping the steering wheel |
She squeezed my hand, then let go |
I should have been sitting shotty |
And the rain wouldn’t still be pouring all over the angel’s body |
I’m trying to crawl back in the K hole to get outta the car |
But the K won’t climb out of my nose and back in the jar |
This isn’t her I tell myself, at least she’s happy |
Wherever she is, her soulless eyes looking at me |
I pump my fists to bleed out to catch her and let the worms play |
And tell her I’m sorry I gave her death for her birthday |